Marrying the Depression Master
CH-148 Release Jack

Jack sat next to her. Moving the clothes from Ara's lap to the bed and then reaching for his wife's hand with a face already filled with tears.

Jack's fingers wiped away the tears on his wife's cheek.

“Where are you going? Can't you be honest with me? Although bad news though you should be honest with me,” asked Ara, in a faltering voice.

Jack looked at that face that he would surely miss. Gently squeezed his wife's hand, went through the delicate fingers and kissed her.

“I have a task, it is a bit heavy duty, but I have been used to it, you do not have to worry, I will be fine,” said Jack.

“What task?” ask Ara.

Jack seemed to be looking for good words to hear.

“I have to take my troops to a country of conflict,” replied Jack.

“What? To a country in conflict?” ara asked, surprised, looking at her husband in disbelief.

“You mean you're serving in a country at war?” he continued, with a high tone.

“Unlike that,” Jack shook his head.

“Not like that how? It's very dangerous!” said Ara.

“We're a humanitarian relief force, we'll be safe there,” Jack said, trying to calm his wife.

Ara shook her head.

“No, no, you can't go,” he said.

“There have been several cases of hostage-taking and other rescue needs for which the victims were civilians. France sent my troops there as well as several other friendly countries,” replied Jack.

It was already indescribable how sad Ara was to know this. Ara shook her head again.

“You go to the place where Jack is fighting, it is very dangerous,” asked Ara.

“It's not like that, it's not like that. We are not there to be war but to provide humanitarian assistance,” Jack said.

“That's the same as sending you to die there! What if there is a stray bullet or a bomb explodes?” ask Ara, with a bad shadow everywhere.

Jackpun smile.

“No, dear, don't think so,” Jack rubbed his head Ara. He understood his wife's feelings.

 “I'm sorry to give you permission,” said Ara.

“Don't be so dear,” said Jack, shaking his head.

“I will be very sorry if I just stay quiet when there are many people who need help,” continued Jack.

“What if you don't come back? Why should your country send you there?” ara asked, her eyes back in tears.

“It's my job, believe me I'll be back soon,” Jack said.

Ara looked at Jack.

“You used to say that if I knew you first what your job was, maybe I would refuse to marry you, you're right, I didn't want to!” said Ara shaking her head.

“Don't do that, you broke my heart, I love you,” said Jack, then kissed his wife's lips.

 “You must be sure, I will be fine, I am used to working in dangerous places, I will be fine,” continued Jack, trying to calm his heart Ara.

Ara was silent, even though it was Jack's duty, but Jack had to go to a conflict country, what if something bad happened and Jack could not go home again?

 “I'm afraid something bad happened to you, how about you get shot in there and don't go home again?” asked Ara imagining the no-no.

Jack held both cheeks Ara.

“ You don't forget. I'm General 9 lives, I won't die easily, one life is lost there are 8 other lives, I will live, you don't worry,” said jack.

Ara was still staring at Jack.

“That's just Jack's fairy tale, no human being has 9 lives or a thousand lives, no,” Ara's words, the tears re-energize in his eyes.

"You have 9 lives, but the bullets are thousands!" continued Ara.

“If I knew you were going to a dangerous place, I wouldn't let you,” said Ara again on his sobbing.

Jack rubbed Ara's tears again and kissed her lips over and over again.

Jack looked at the grieving face as he was about to leave. He loved her so much, there were many women who had beautiful faces and bodies out there, but in his eyes only the face of his wife who always missed him.

Ara stared back at that handsome face, she felt heavy taking off Jack, she was afraid that her husband would not come back again.

Jack's hand rubbed Ara's hair, then her cheeks, then her shoulders and chest stopped on her stomach.

“If you're pregnant later, take good care of my little general,” pinta Jack.

Hearing those words naturally made Ara sob. How could she go through those days without her husband?

Ara could not help her crying, she was crying. Jack hugged him, letting his wife vent her grief. Repeatedly kissed the hair of his wife who infiltrated his chest.

He was not sad to leave his wife. But he was also not the only person his wife mourned like this, there were many more soldiers mourned not only by his wife but his young children.

Jack could only hug and kiss her to appease his wife.

After a long cry in Jack's arms, Ara calmed down. Hugged her husband tightly, actually she was never willing to let go of his embrace.

“Honey, I have to get ready,” Jack said.

Ara let go of her embrace, now that her crying had started to subside. He took a deep breath and looked at Jack.

“Iya,” replied Jack, nodded then kissed Ara again, stuck his lips together for a long time, felt his wife's soft lips just take it off.

Jack turned to the clothes on the bed, as did Ara, who immediately took the clothes and removed the plastic. He touched the clothes and looked at Jack.

Jack immediately stood up, as did Ara, standing in front of her husband. With a tremble, his hand slowly unbuttoned Jack's shirt slowly. It felt like he would never do it again. As if this was Jack's last undress.

The clothes on Jack's body were released one by one. Now that Ara was staring at that bare chest, Ara rubbed it slowly, perhaps she would never touch that chest again either. As his hand clung to Jack's chest, the man grabbed his hand and kissed him.

Ara looked at him sadly, she pulled Jack's hand in front of the mirror and began to put the official outfit on Jack's body slowly.

This was not what Ara wanted, she wanted to put the clothes on in a happy state, confident that her husband left for work and would return home on time, it's not like this to take her husband off to work but she doesn't know when he'll be home or maybe never come home again.

Ara held back the tightness that re-emerged in her chest but she kept trying hard. He again finished wearing Jack's official clothes as he wanted. She didn't know if she would wear it again or if it was her first and last time.

Now the clothes are neatly attached to Jack's body. Staring at that figure, sure enough, the man looked extremely dashing with those clothes.

Ara was still holding back tears that seemed like she wanted to spill again. Jack also looked at his wife like that. She was silent when Ara put her shoes on. He stood in front of the mirror again, he did not need to reflect, he simply reflected on his wife. Whatever his wife wears is best for him.

Ara looked at her husband. His sadness was held back, despite the weight of removing it, but there was no other choice. Jack has chosen his job and he has to take responsibility for his job, all the jobs are at risk.

Both hands Ara rubbed the chest of Jack who was dressed in service, then raised her face to look at her husband.

“Go, my husband,” he said, smiling.

“But you must remember your promise to me,” said Ara.

“Yes, I will quickly go home, and I will be faithful,” replied Jack.

Ara looked up as if her husband remembered his promise and then he smiled again, the heaviest smile he felt, because after that his tears trickled down his cheeks.

Jack immediately hugged her tightly, Ara could only lean on her husband's body, in the warm feelings of the embrace, which she would surely miss very much later.

Jack stroked Ara's hair. His wife looked back at him. Jack kissed his lips again for a long time.

“I love you,” says Jack.

“You can keep my promise,” he continued.

Ara nodded without speaking anymore. Then put on his hat. Complete was his duty to dress his office Jack, now the man standing in front of him dashingly.

Ara looked at him once more.

“Quickly go home safely, take good care of yourself,” said Ara, again rubbing her husband's chest.

“Iya” replied Jack.

Hugging his wife again, it was really hard to take her off. But he has pledged his duties and obligations to his country.

Jack came out of the room hugging Ara.

Arriving in the living room, Mrs.Inez was already standing there as well as the two soldiers and Mr. Beni.

Jack looked at his mother.

“I have my wife,” said Jack.

“Yes, you also take good care of yourself,” said Mrs.Inez, with teary eyes.

That was all he could say. His throat felt stifled to see the son he had neglected for years, now standing in front of him handsomely and dashingly wearing official clothes like his father used to. It was already unstoppable the sadness and regret that existed in him.

Jack looked at Beni.

“They tag,” said .

“Good, Sir,” replied Mr. Beni.

Jack went out with the two soldiers. Ara followed him with a very sad heart, if he served in Paris maybe he would not be this heavy but knowing to go to a dangerous place, it felt like his heart was so heavy. She should be ready if anything bad happens to her husband, it feels like his body is floating in the air, feels empty.

Withheld so that his tears do not spill again, he must be firm to release Jack, and must be patient waiting for him to return.

Jack got into the car with the 3 soldiers. Ara chased after him as the last soldier on board would close the door.

“Take care of yourself!“ it's on Jack.

Jack nodded and smiled. Ara turned to the soldier.

“Are you married?” tanyakanya.

“Already Madam, my son 1 is 2 years old,” replied the Soldier.

Arapun silent, let alone the soldier had a child who was still left behind for the sake of his country's duties.

The car door was closed, but the window was still open.

Ara looked at Jack who was in the car, the man also looked at her.

“Quick return, I'm waiting for you.General!” he said with a feeling of sadness.

“I'll be back,” replied Jack, nodding and smiling to calm his wife's heart.

Not how long the car drove out of the house. Ara could only sculpt, staring at his disappearance. Jack sat in the car without looking back.

The tears slowly dripped down his cheeks.

“Quick back Jack, I will wait for you,” he said sadly. The crying broke out was already unbearable anymore.

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